schuyler

Feb 2018

William Carlos Williams

Epitaph

An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils
and sang:

Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood’s edge.

Feb 2018

Kayla Flanders

art.

they said to lighten the colors
that it was too dark for this life
but he decided art shouldn't be comfortable
it was meant to be wielded like a knife

schuyler Feb 2018

i wish i didn’t

i know sadness.

but there is also, i think, the kind of sadness that you feel in your fingertips, your ribs, your elbows, your forehead, your teeth—

i know that sadness too.

#sad #sorrow #guilt #regret #overwhelmed

schuyler Feb 2018

it won’t do

periwinkle—a color that should make me happy, my mother said.
she is right, but all the walls have seen is sorrow.

#sad #sorrow

schuyler Feb 2018

after.the morning.gazes fondly

after.

the dawn enters its liminal state, making way for the brightening day. she closes her journal and squints at the rising sunlight winking at her in the waves, beckoning to be conversed with in the last remnants of

the morning.

walking back, she silently promises the shore of her return. the weathered wood is firm beneath her feet, the soft creak of the floorboards the only indication of her presence. at the sight, she

gazes fondly.

for the now risen figure smiles a knowing smile from behind his coffee, and approaches, the scent of pine and lavender enveloping her, settling her mind, and for the second moment that morning, a smile forms upon her lips.

part three

Feb 2018

Sylvia Plath

Winter Trees

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing --
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history --

Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietàs?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.